Moon Struck

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The moment she stepped out of the elevator to her floor, she almost immediately regretted not letting Hana to come along. The previous urge for independence vanished as her head started spinning, her insides were churning, her knees all wobbly and weak. "I am never touching alcohol ever again..." She muttered to herself, her detestation for liquor increasing by seconds as she tried her best to walk in a straight line.

Actually, trying her best to walk at all.

Eventually, she knew she was getting worst so she pulled out her phone to call Hana to come for her aide. She may deal with sulky Cheol another time.

"Oh no." She cursed under her breath once she realised her phone was dead. Panic struck her at once. She couldn't go back to the bar in this state or else, she would collapse in no time. The only solution was to march on and get into her room. Speaking of her room, she remembered something. Jennie groped around her clothes, seized through her pockets and made another luckless discovery that she didn't take her room card with her. "This is so not funny." She croaked out, to no one in particular.

Since she was already the most unlucky woman on earth for the day, the universe decided to add more absurdity onto the plate, proving to her that she deserved the title.

Jennie couldn't navigate the what and how. She was too intoxicated to process or digest and all she knew was that she had fell to the carpeted hotel corridor ground after someone had bumped into her with great but unintentional force. In no time, both were planted flat on the floor, making painful noises. Regaining a tad bit of strength, she sat up (struggled) and saw that her clothes had gone wet. There was this huge outline, like a map, displayed on her clothes. The person who had bumped into her had accidentally splashed their drink in result from the crash. "Just my luck."

Her eyes traveled to the second party of this ridiculous predicament and quickly saw that their clothes are in similar state as hers was. They started to stand up (struggled), brushing off the dust in mumbles of annoyance and Jennie could finally see the face.

She could feel her pupils dilated at the person towering over her.

It was Jeonghan. The Yoon Jeonghan.

He met her eyes and she saw that he was as surprised as she was. It's not like they were shocked that they accidentally met in a random 3 stars hotel in the middle of Jeju Island, in fact, they even came here together. Not literally but, they boarded the same plane. In which, they pretended not to know one another. They had this strange 3 seconds eye contact at the airport and proceeded with the trip and that was only it.

Of course Jeonghan joined the reunion. Why shouldn't he? He and Minwoo were in the same circle of friends.

With that being said, yes, Jeonghan was present during the aggravatingly mid Italian restaurant incident. He was there when it happened. She could even say he had the VIP seat since he was sitting right next to Minwoo. He witnessed the slapping and the humiliation that came with it as if he was experiencing it first hand himself. But Jennie didn't think he cared. He probably laughed it off, patting Minwoo's back to say congratulations or something.

"Are you not gonna get up?"

"Huh?"

"Is it that comfortable down there?"

Jennie realised what he meant and stood up in a swift manner, ungracefully so. A sharp pain shot through her ongoing throbbing head and she wobbled in her place. Jeonghan took one look at her and shook his head as he snickered to himself. The act of mockery. Jennie didn't appreciate that and frowned.

"What's so funny?" She went serious, even better, it sobered her up a little.

"I thought you don't drink?" What a way to greet an acquaintance.